☆ one has to get a little lost ☆

One has to get a little lost

To be found

To crawl up the dark meadows

Inch oneself with the grip of fingernails

Through black cornfields 

And cold stones scraping against rib bones

Put one swollen pink finger In your mouth at a time

And wrap each in cloth for the night

Surley, one day, we will be alright

And before you sleep on the wet moss

under the pine tree

Sit in the dark with the moon

For a moment it listens

And waking the next night to inch and crawl

You do it in hope

One day you will know

Know why you scrape against the earth

And where you are crawling and inching to

To one day

Know all along

You were searching for the sun

☆forest☆

A place we've known

One of many homes

Under the full blue stars

And still

the screaming of metal

Cuts all

Dim the glow of the moon

Cut our bodies in two

Falling from sky to moss

You know these things are fragile

Step three times

And the world is gone forever

huffing

A space filled with specks of dust

Between accidental sunshine

Stinging in nose and eyes

And coughing up blood

Is all I do here

With such a stain 

Heavily breathing and huffing

In the corners of the house